But just the other day, I found my morals challenged at the bus station. I came in, and right away the bus was in the bay, waiting for passengers and there quite a few of them waiting to get on. But when the bus doors opened, nobody got on. I looked at the bus driver, he did a "get on" gesture (which everybody else must have missed) and then I looked at the waiting commuters who almost seemed like they hadn't noticed that the bus had arrived. What could I do? Do I get on right away and look like some rude impatient person? Do I continue this dangerous game of chicken? This was a double decker bus, so by getting on first I get the seat at the front at the top (the 'golden' seat you could call it). I looked at the driver again, he was confused, obviously wondering why nobody getting on. Was there some moral crisis in everybody's head? Eventually I bit the bullet and got right on. As I sat in the best seat on the bus, I wondered if I'd done the right thing. I reasoned that, had I not done so, the bus driver might have left and nobody would have got on. But this is something I can never know. What a strange event.
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